I'm tired. It's been a really long day, and I'm ready for bed. Really ready for bed. I wasn't going to type a second post for tonight, but my good Catholic guilt kicked in. I hate disappointing people, and I've convinced myself that there are people out there who really care about my blog. Perhaps it's a false belief, but it keeps me going.
Except for now. I have used up all my wit and sarcasm. I'm a dry well. I'm going to work on a new poem tomorrow. No promises.
Good night, sweet saint.
|I know how they feel|